Welcome to the murders in the Rue Morgue.

I keep listening, very quietly.You're discussing, your philosophy.There's a long list, of what's wrong with me.And you go on talking endlessly.... now

sábado, 18 de julio de 2009


Things get damaged, things get broken -I thought we´d manage. But words left unspoken. Left us so brittle- The was so little left to give.Angels wirh silver wings- Shouldn´t know suffering-. I wish I could take pain for you.

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